Dead Man's Phone Game Novels & Stories

DANTE’S POV The city looked different at night…sharp, cold, and full of lies. Dante’s fingers tightened around the steering wheel as the black Maserati cut through the silent streets. His phone buzzed once on the dashboard, the same message glowing on the cracked screen. Lock your doors. Don’t trust anyone tonight. He’d sent it to her barely fifteen minutes ago. Now she wasn’t picking up.

Apart from the scrambled screen, there were no major issues. She moved to the window, trying to get a better signal. A single weak bar flickered once more. She felt anxious. She couldn't waste more time here. Her only hope now rested on the phone. … After Samson went upstairs, he felt a vague sense of frustration he couldn't quite explain. He poured himself a glass of wine. But before he could drink it, his phone rang. Seeing the number, he immediately answered. A report reached his ears from the other end of the line. "Mr. Pryce, it seems… the Nielsens have failed."

Gone. Completely gone. A girl collapsed to her knees, crying. “No… no, I don’t want to die again…” A man kicked the ground angrily. “This is insane! Let me out!” Nothing changed. The space remained the same. Endless. Empty. The screen flickered again. PLAYERS WILL NOW BE INITIATED The hum returned. Stronger. Lena’s heart started racing again. “Something’s wrong…” she whispered. The ground trembled. Light spread beneath their feet again.

"The police did look up his profile. You were listed as his spouse. According to the report…" The assistant glanced at her before continuing on in a lower voice. "They said they called you multiple times, but no one answered." Yuna was stunned. She frantically rummaged for her phone. However, the call records from five years ago had already been erased. Still, she remembered that time full well. Joe needed more money and connections back then. She was so busy networking on his behalf to counter the federal office's investigation into the fraud case. Her phone was in Joe's service every hour of the day. She never answered any calls that came from unknown numbers.

99 couldn't speak, but the muscles at the corner of his eyes twitched. I stared fixedly at the digits on the digital clock. 5:59:58 am. 5:59:59 am. 6:00:00 am. Beep. The harsh, cold white light in the room suddenly shifted into a soft, warm yellow. A flat, synthetic mechanical voice echoed through the room without warning. [Congratulations, player. Achievement unlocked: Peaceful Survival. Ten-loop threat removed. Game cleared. Prize money: 900 billion dollars. Funds have been deposited.]

It was close enough that every person in the hall accepted it without question. I did not accept it. I said nothing. "Game Three begins in four minutes," the voice crawled continually. "No rest period. The game is called Dead Weight. Each player will be assigned a partner by the system. If your partner dies during the game, you lose two lives. If you cut the chain yourself, you will be executed immediately… No exceptions." The screens on every wall lit up simultaneously. A list of names in paired columns scrolled until it stopped. I found my name on the left side.

I go to turn around but get distracted by my phone beeping with a text message. "Dear Emma, you guys took so long looking for Emily that I got bored so we had to play some games to entertain ourselves, unfortunately for Emily she lost but she still has all her other fingers so it's not so bad. However, now it's time for us to play a game, and if you win you get Emily back but if you lose she dies. Look inside the box and you'll find your first clue. see you soon j x"

Another reason I need my phone. I project the idea of wiggling until my toes get the idea and obey. Slowly, my locomotive functions kick in but with it comes another realization, the beast is stirring. I stand and take in my room. Apparently, I'd blacked out and the beast'd taken over, destroying everything, furniture and all. The bed was the only thing left untouched. I walk to my phone to find the screen split in different directions but it still works. 7:21 pm ****** I head downstairs, opting to call Junnev but stop when I remember he has a game tonight. Their first game of the season.

Seraphina isn't the type to hold a grudge over little things. Mortimer kept telling himself this, yet he couldn't figure out where that sudden, inexplicable panic was coming from. Toward the end of the night, someone had a random idea and suggested, "Let's play a game." "What kind of game?" The guy who brought it up slammed his phone onto the table. "Everyone put your phones right here. Whoever gets a call from their mate telling them to come home gets to leave first. If your phone doesn't ring, you don't get to leave early."

" Well, you can't take it as one." " I will," I promised. " Finish up your game." She muttered. " Yeah, right?" I said and concentrated on it again. Soon I won. " Yay. You won!" she squealed, clapping softly. " I think I did." I glanced at her and was going to ask if she wanted to go out again when her phone beeped. " Sorry." She muttered as she brought out her phone. Her expression was unreadable, so it was hard to know what was up. Then dropped her phone and glanced up at me.